[Verse 1: Mad Federal, Acoustic]

Call me Link, I hit people with stasis

Not to show off my gats, but to show that I'm racist

Me and Kyoto have already faced it

Won the award and now I'm bombing these places

Twig going toward the kids and now he catching these cases

Me and {Acoustic} on the top the way we runnin' these bases

Strictly off the top, we bringing all of our maces

2 steps ahead the game you following all of our traces

No brace for hell, we going straight up to heaven

How many charges you got {Mad Federal}? I said seven

Contradicting myself I guеss I gave up next second

Blowing by stop signs I guеss I have a confession

Running over the elderly, excuse my aggression

Bitches better watch out, they need to start a recession

Protesting this and that, how bout you find a profession

The Kyoto tape will not flop this shit a fucking succession

I run a 40 yard dash with popo on my ass, that's right I came too far to front

I'm putting up shots to blast

Everyone can go and kiss my ass

So go ahead and light it up cause this shit gas

But wait, not so fast, Dan needs a green card to pass

All the immigrants go back, to the back of the line

And don't you dare say no, like that Rosa Parks line

This isn't yours or Rosa Parks' time

This is a common white crime

Held by yours truly

And I will not disappear like the fucking woolly

So don't you dare ever try to fool me

I'll take legal action so don't you try to sue me

Now go ahead, handle that, like a fucking masseuse

This right here is the moment of truth

I don't think we need anymore proof

[Verse 2: Acoustic]

In the booth with my nigga {Mad Federal}

This is the evidence

That too few dimes lead to these lines

You'd think it's my profession

How I did these rhymes in such time

Next race war goes to my side

Simultaneously ending violent crime

I'll have a bitch so fine

But only in my mind

And you wonder how {Psychotic} gets so many women

No matter

As I splatter a roster

On a silver platter

Delivered from north Atlanta

Manic depression could not impact my arrogant manners

Matter of fact is

SPARK is the best this region is ever having

Now let's slow it down and bring it back

IPS' aim so bad he broke the bed but not the back

Pro mains so mad that MPU ain't coming back

[Verse 3: Mad Federal, Acoustic]

No brains so mad I guess they must be fucking black (True)

All fun and games, I'm giving back shots to the track (Who?)

Going so fast its like I'm Daniel smoking crack (Zoom)

Now we switch it up

Me and Isaac boutta lift shit up

Lift shit up

Don't hit me up, I'm in my zone

Can't give a fuck

Run it up:

Carlingford residents as the bomb comes

Like Hiroshima

[Bridge: Mad Federal, Acoustic]

I got the gas like Oppenheimer

Step forward if you need reminder

Pokeboy old like Oppenheimer (For real)

He got Alzheimer's

Ulterior motives like Oppenheimer

That boy Daniel is a two-timer (Two-timer)

[Verse 4: Mad Federal, Acoustic, Both]

Gaining points like I'm atomic, after I bomb the islamics, (Oh my)

The results are chronic

I'm so demonic

I got the flows like a sonic

While I keep it harmonic

I know, it's hella ironic

But this joint is not platonic, you wanna try me? Bitch I'm on dick!

Pause on that on that though

I ain't need to hear back though

You got the seats to the show

From the front to the back row

I got a lotta patience

So I hit up the back roads

They say I go too hard, and I need to gear back so

I'm bombin bitches, yeah that's right, I'm just just bombin snitches

Runnin' up checks, and just going for broke so

I ain't got nothing to lose like rob will with a noose